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"Fighters From Ninne" lyrics

Machinae Supremacy Lyrics

"Fighters From Ninne"

Comin' at ya Woo-style
Never hiding our pride
We are always holding our heads high
Comin' at ya Woo-style
Getting high on genocide
And we're always justified

It won't take until tomorrow
If we only know where we wanna go

Comin' at ya Woo-style
Never hiding our pride
We are always holding our heads high
Comin' at ya Woo-style
Getting high on genocide
And we're always justified

Wanna run don't wanna be still
I gotta fight to be king of the hill

And there is nothing
That could change me
My mind is set, my mind is free

Comin' at ya Woo-style
Never hiding our pride
We are always holding our heads high
Comin' at ya Woo-style
Getting high on genocide
And we're always justified


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Writer(s): Robert Johan Olof Stjarnstrom, Jonas Kristoffer Rorling, Kahl Henrik Hellmer, Andreas Gunnar Stefan Gerdin
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album: "Origin" (2002)
Machinae Supremacy - Origin album cover
Hero
Nemesis
Winterstorm
The Wired
Origin
Fighters From Ninne
Earthbound
Anthem Apocalyptica
(Instrumental)
Masquerade
Hybrid
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